No Excuses, No Regrets – a blast from the past from February 2015

No Excuses, No Regrets

*So, I just want to know which shrine I desecrated. On Tuesday, with fifteen minutes to go on the clock and an owner argued down to the price we wanted, someone came in and made a full price offer, snatching a pretty much perfect house from under our nose. (We could go full price, we could, but I refuse to get in a bidding war.) Yesterday the movers arrived at the same exact time as the biggest snowstorm SINCE the one raging when we came into town 23 years ago.

Meanwhi...